Chapter 1: The Oath (6 Parts)

In the rippling morning light. A dozen bandits jumped up from behind the rocks like frightened rabbits. Scatter your legs and run backwards. Zhang Songling quickly nodded at their backs with his fingers. Da da da. Da da da. Da Da Da Da ......" "Da Da Da. Da da da. ......"Two light machine guns fired in turn. Bullets catch up with these people from behind. Knock them down one by one on the way back.

Blood gushes out of the deceased's back with mist. Leaves a few strings of piercing red on the white hillside. Wu Tianci, who was watching the battle with a telescope, trembled violently. There is a chilling sensation rushing from the heel to the scalp. The whole person stood still for more than a minute. Only then did Li Laojiu come back to his senses under the loud urging. The Soviet-made telescope was passed to the latter.

Although Li Laojiu has already seen the situation on the battlefield with the naked eye. After setting up the telescope. The arm also stiffened uncontrollably. Forthwith. It's like remembering something. Sighed softly. He slowly handed the telescope to the next waiter.

After another minute. Two binoculars have already made a full circle in the hands of the officers of the separate battalion. All who witnessed the horrors of the battlefield. The complexion has become more or less unnatural. Look into the distance. It's getting more and more dignified.

It's too ruthless. This fat man shot too hard. Actually ordered to shoot in the back. Shoot all the horse thieves who have fled for their lives. This does not correspond to the style of the partisans at all . In everyone's impression. Redbeard has always been a loyal elder. Even if it is offended. Nor will they drive out all the enemies. And the fat man was replaced to command. The Blackstone guerrillas have become a group of vicious men. If you don't make a move, it's done. Leave no room for action. Don't let the opponent's blood be splashed on the spot, and never give up.

In the stunned eyes of everyone. Zhang Songling led two squadrons of guerrilla fighters. The first level of the ascent has been passed. Continue to approach the second level not far away. It took three and a half minutes before and after. The actual firefight lasted only a few tens of seconds.

Such a strong fighting force. Apparently frightened the horse thieves stationed at the second level. This time. They are no longer presumptuous as their previous accomplices. Hide behind a natural bunker made of rocks. Hit the guerrillas by surprise. Instead, they didn't wait for the Sharp Knives squad to get into the best range. Just preemptively opened fire.

"Da-da-da-da. Da da da. Da ....... "The light machine gun bullet was two or three meters away from Zhang Songling's side. A slash was punched. Snowdrops splashing. The field of view in the telescope is blurred. Forthwith. It was a row of noisy rifle shots. There are three or eight big gayers. There are water beads. There is also the Liao Thirteen, which the soldiers of the independent battalion were originally most familiar with. It was the turn of the two platoon commanders who were holding binoculars to watch the battle and immediately shook their fingers tightly. Although they can't see anything at this point. Those who were waiting in line shouted loudly. Hurry up. Hurry up. Time's up. Time's up. Has anyone been hurt? Why didn't Zhang Fatzi fight back. Hurry up and bombard yourself with a small steel cannon. Hurry up and boom.=Surname Liu. Are you fucking done or not?"

"Snow. All I saw was snow foam." The two platoon commanders were forced. While procrastinating and handing over the binoculars. While shouting aggrieved. No one took care of the two of them anymore. Everyone immediately turned their attention to the new telescope. Gazing at them. Keep urging loudly." Hurry up. Hurry up. What about Zhang Fatzi. Zhang Fatzi didn't shoot it. What the hell do you see. Tell us about it."

Li Laojiu and Yang Sankai, who were holding binoculars in their hands, turned a deaf ear to the clamor around them. The eyes stared at the snow mist on the battlefield without blinking. Try to find a familiar figure from behind the fog. They saw that some of the partisans were wounded. Stain the snow around you red. I saw the fire snake spewing out of the heavy machine gun again. Beat the rocks where the bandits were hiding to a mess. They saw a bandit being knocked straight from behind the rocks by heavy machine-gun bullets. Sprinkle a bright red patch in mid-air. At last. They saw Zhang Songling's chubby body dangling somewhere next to the mountain road. It was swallowed up by a white and red mist. Disappeared without a trace.

The telescope was snatched away by someone else. Li Laojiu and Yang Sankai protested loudly. But no one paid any attention to them. The backbone of the separate battalion was crammed into two groups next to the telescope. Don't miss every moment on the battlefield.

Zhou Hei Carbon did not participate in the robbery. With the help of his own battalion commander . He was able to share a Japanese 13-year-old telescope with Redbeard. Although the effect is slightly inferior to that of Soviet-made telescopes. But fortunately, no one dared to come over and fight. I also took a complete look at the latest situation on the battlefield.

He saw that Zhang Songling was under the attention of the Yellowbeard Gang. Forced to leave the mountain road to avoid the bullets. He saw Irumo Dragon come forward with a battle team to fill the position. Organize machine guns to suppress fire on the defenders. He saw little Leon raise his rifle. Knocked one of the bandits' firing points into a dumb position in a half-kneeling position. He saw that another light machine gun in the hands of the bandits was forced to stop firing. Quickly move to another hideout on the left. And then. He saw Zhang Songling's figure suddenly jump into the lens of the telescope. Push a forty-eight-lobed grenade through the muzzle of the grenadier barrel. Forthwith. He saw the rock where the bandits were hiding and exploded into flames. Red plasma and white blood clots fly up at the same time. The world in the telescope will be brilliant again.

The gunshots disappeared in an instant. The pace of time suddenly became extremely slow. The limbs blown away by the grenade fell inch by inch as if they had no weight. The bandits, who were lucky not to be hit by the grenades, jumped up from their hiding places. Turn your head and run backwards. Bullets chased through the muzzles of the partisans. Overthrow them one by one. Zhao Tianlong led a group to charge forward. The fire support team took cover with machine guns. The bandits at the second line of defense have collapsed. Zhang Songling refused to stop. Push another forty-eight lobes into the mouth of the grenade canister.......

"Boom." The voice suddenly reappeared. Impacting the eardrum of the black carbon. He heard his subordinates cheering loudly for Fat Zhang. There are also people who are happily cheering for the dragon in the clouds. As for those bandits who were killed. There is no sympathy for anyone. It's as if they have a blood feud with the independent battalion. The more miserable the death, the more enjoyable it is for everyone.

"Well played. It's long overdue."

"Boom. Keep bombarding with small steel cannons. Fly them."

Watching the game. There were also a large number of soldiers from the independent battalion cheering on the guerrillas. While their shouts. It is impossible to be heard by Zhang Fatzi and Ru Yunlong and others. It's the chief of staff, Wu Tianci. I was a little disturbed by the shouts from under my feet. Sneak down and take a look. His face was full of fear and bitterness.

"Well deserved. Who called Yellowbeard occupied the old battalion of the guerrillas."

"This is self-inflicted. No one else."

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A few shouts also reached Zhou Hei Carbon's ears. It makes him feel bad in his heart. Damn Fat Zhang did it on purpose. He definitely did it on purpose. He knew he was looking at the back. So. He deliberately wanted to take the bandit under the command of Yellowbeard. He wanted to tell the bystanders. Don't fight the idea of a guerrilla. Otherwise. You have to pay for this delusion at any time.

And this price. The severity of the tragedy definitely exceeds the tolerance limit of any surrounding forces. Zhou Hei Carbon made a rough estimate. From the official start of the battle to the present. At least one platoon of men and horses on Yellowbeard's side was ruthlessly pushed into hell. And due to the narrow relationship of the mountain road. A guerrilla who can really make a difference in battle. But there are less than two classes. Other words. As long as twenty guerrillas are willing to stay and live with the guerrillas. Zhang Fatzi and Iruyun Dragon are enough to lead them. Let the forces that snoop on the guerrillas lose more than they gain. If they insist on leaving. Even the Kwantung Army of the little devils in front of him. I'm afraid they'll have to cut a bloody passage out of the middle of the ranks. And then watched them walk away.

When did the guerrillas become so strong in combat . How did the man with the yellow beard become so vulnerable again?! With endless amazement and bewilderment. Zhou Hei Carbon continued to hold the telescope and watch. I forgot that the telescope in my hand didn't belong to me in the first place.

Redbeard neither reminds him. Nor rushing. As if it had long been known the development of the war situation . Leaning on the railing of the viewing platform. The face is full of relaxation and comfort. This battle was Zhang Songling's first battle after taking office as the deputy commander of the guerrilla brigade. In addition to giving some help in terms of topography. He's the captain of the brigade and completely does the shopkeeper. It turns out. There is nothing wrong with your own choice. Little fat man in terms of battlefield command ability. Or in terms of the ability to deal with complex situations. are enough to take on the big responsibility. Blackstone guerrillas in his hands. It is bound to regain the great strength of its heyday. And most likely go further. Create greater brilliance in the War of Resistance Against Japan.

"Da-da-da-da. Da Da Da ......" in the crisp sound of machine guns. The third level into the mountain is like paper paste. Instantly chiseled by the guerrillas. The bandits stationed in the back couldn't hold their breath. They were not willing to stay where they were like lambs to the slaughter, waiting for the guerrillas to come and kill them. A bobo emerges from his hideout. Rush to the fourth level. The bandits at the fourth checkpoint were also frightened by the guerrillas' terrifying fighting power. It's still a few hundred meters away from the guerrillas. Just shoot the bullets as if they didn't need money. As if this would scare the other person's footsteps.

"Chirp...", a cannonball flew into the sky with a scream. Straight over the heads of the guerrillas. Zhang Songling, who was directing the team to move forward, jumped aside. He pressed one of his team members under him." Boom." Type 97 81mm infantry shells smashed nearly twenty meters away from Zhang Songling's original position. Explode into a cloud of smoke. Yellowbeard's minions have empty weapons in their hands. But it can't play its true power at all. On the contrary, the morale of the partisans was greatly boosted. Intercepted under artillery fire. A charge was launched against the fourth line of defense.

The bullet hit the stone in front of the fourth line of defense. Snow foam splashes around with sparks. The view of the bandit machine gunner is obscured. Jumping up in anger. Holding crooked handles and shooting at the guerrillas. Zhao Tianlong did not hesitate to raise the three eight big lids. Phew." A shot from the ground uncovered the man. Little Leon took aim at another bandit who had jumped out to find his death. Pull out a hole in the man's chest.

"Boom."" Boom." The 97-type 81mm infantry guns in the hands of the bandits continued to bombard. But it doesn't scare anyone anymore. The partisans are on their way forward. Half-kneeling. Shoot fiercely at the target with a rifle. They almost completely copied the tactics of the Japanese. In groups of two or three. Aim at the same target and shoot. Although it seems that the attack range is greatly reduced. But the actual effect is countless times higher than that of free target hunting. Almost every round of fire. Several of the bandits were shot by bullets. Screaming and falling backwards. Frightened the accomplices around him into pale. Marksmanship is getting less and less accurate.

A bandit leader rushes to the fourth level. Leaning out half of his body. Shoot at the partisans with box guns. There was a partisan with a bloody mist floating on his shoulders. But it didn't stop moving forward. The other two partisans returned fire with their guns raised. Kill the boss in a swift manner. The bandits who rushed behind were so frightened that they shrank behind the rocks. Don't dare to look up easily.

"Grenades." Zhang Songling dragged the grenadier canister. Shout at everyone. The attacking guerrillas pulled out the Jinzao grenade from their waists, which had already been loosened on the safety cover. Pull the ignition strings. Quickly throw it forward. Against the mountain. They can't have lost too far. But the distance of more than twenty meters exploded continuously. But it can provide effective cover for the bombardier. Smoke from the explosion of black powder. Quickly rise into the sky. The bandits were not very clear in the first place. Tightly shielded. Zhang Songling quickly ran forward a dozen steps with the help of the smoke from the grenade. Got a crater from an infantry shell and jumped in. The grenadier was placed on the edge of the crater.

Xiao Batu, a Mongolian warrior from the same combat group, quickly took out a Japanese-made grenade from his backpack. Fill in the mouth of the grenadier barrel. In the past few months, he has been learning the operation skills of grenadiers from Zhang Songling's side. I work very well with Master." Whoosh.." The shriek of the grenade was not loud. But it's terrifying. Several bandits stationed at the fourth pass jumped up and fled. Then it was swept by the shrapnel of the explosion. Fall to the ground. Tumbling and crying.

Another gang of bandits quickly ran into position. Didn't wait to raise the gun. was knocked over by a second volley grenade. The third wave of bandits, who had already arrived near the pass, were demoralized by the terrible sight in front of them. Stunned, I don't know whether to move forward or turn back. The heavy machine guns in the hands of the partisans quickly found them. Nail them all to the mountain road.

"Boom."" Boom." Forty-eight flap grenades continue to explode. Blow up the smoke near the fourth pass. Actual operation of the grenadier canister. but replaced it with the Mongolian warrior Batu. He has been training for less than three months. It's not up to Zhang Songling's head. But with a pair of sheep-herding eyes. Throw the grenades closer to the target one by one. The bandits behind the pass couldn't stand the pressure of being bombed and not being able to fight back. Crying and calling for support. The Type 97 infantry artillery crew, which was hiding somewhere more than a hundred meters behind the fourth pass, had to adjust the angle of fire. Bite the bullet and press the crater where the little bus is hiding.

It's nearly 300 meters away. It's hard to hit a cannonball as accurately as a rifle. Besides, these bandits are generally reluctant to waste shells for the necessary training. Moment of truth. It's even more scrambling. Being able to shoot the cannonballs smoothly is already a super level of performance. As for hitting the middle and missing the hit, it's all up to luck.

Apparently. Luck is not on their side. Two shells in quick succession were fired out of sight. Sensei said that it blew up to the small Batu hidden in the crater. Not even a single one of the other guerrillas was touched." A sucker. You were born with a clip in your head. He has a pair of slanted eyes. Next time..... "The bandit leader in charge of commanding the artillery jumped to his feet in anger. Pointed at his subordinates with the Wang Ba box and scolded. Suddenly. He felt a hairpuff on the back of his neck. Turn your head away. See a position less than two hundred meters away from yourself. Suddenly, the muzzle of a black hole appeared.......

"Phew." Zhang Songling decisively pulled the trigger. Knocked the gun commander who was adjusting the firing angle to the head and blossomed. The light machine gunner who was following him slightly turned his crooked handle. Da da da. Da da da. Da da da ......". Sent all the bandit leaders and minions near the infantry artillery to the western sky.